Then away he clanked, and I heard the slamming of a door to another
apartment. I knew that probably he came from the outside, and that the
way to freedom, or at least to the open air, must be in the direction
from which he was walking. I stepped out into the passageway and tiptoed
down it. Then thinking that cautious steps might attract notice, I
changed my gait to a military stride, and swaggered along with chest out
and shoulders back. My doing this was fortunate, for I went by the open
entrance of a small apartment, and a young man in undress uniform sat
reading a book with the aid of a small lamp. He glanced out at me, but
made no comment. I had affected to yawn, and half covered my face with
my hand.
Now I came to the end of the corridor, and here were three doors; the
one on the left shut, the centre one partly ajar, and the one on the
right closed with large bolts. Looking through the door that was open, I
could perceive a man's leg stretched out on a chair as if he were
resting, so I turned to the one on the left. I was about to draw the
latch when from within I heard the sound of voices in conversation.
"Good for you! Now another throw," some one said. Then came the rattle
of a dice-box.
There was nothing for it but to try the farther door, the one that was
bolted, and to do this I had to run the risk of attracting the man's
attention in the middle room. I stepped by, and giving a quick glance
over my shoulder, I saw that he was asleep, with his mouth wide open and
his arms folded across his chest. With trembling fingers I drew the bolt
of the heavy, iron-studded door, and swung it open.
Here was another passageway much like the first, with rooms on either
side and a staircase in a recess at the farther end. Good fortune still
favored me. I tramped down it, and found that to go out I had evidently
to ascend the steps. When I reached the foot and had placed my hand on
the iron guard-rail, I almost gave a gasp of sheer fright. There
standing on a little platform at the top was a grenadier, with his
musket leaning against him. He had caught sight of me, however, at this
same instant; the hall was dimly lighted with a flickering taper, and I
was in full view.
But to my surprise the man said nothing, but drew himself erect and his
musket snapped to a present. Drawing the heavy cloak that I had thrown
about my shoulders up to my nose, I hurried up the steps and returned
the soldier's salute in proper manner, but with shaking fingers, as I
passed him.
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